Bad Dog - Too Bad It's Fake

“Because you say so?”

“Because we’re in love!” Jim protested.

“The perfect excuse for cradle robbing, Mr. Allen,” I said, unable to keep from smirking.

“Hey now, that’s—”

“A perfect comeback to your hypocrisy,” I said.

“Okay, point taken; it is the same. We both love younger women,” he conceded once again, bringing our overall record to 215-175, with the advantage going to me.

What can I say?

I like winning arguments.

“Maybe not that much younger. Ten to fifteen years at most. The way I figure it, Ronda’s at least in her late twenties. At least considering how long it takes to go though vet school and to build up a business from nothing.”

“True. What about the love component? I hate to be skeptical but I’ve know you a good while, and as far as I can tell you the only things you have ever loved are your job and your car,” Jim mused.

I couldn’t really argue with him there. My reputation for commitment was never exactly great, my relationships tending to last a night or two. The all-time record peaked at two months. Then she started hinting about marriage and I put the brakes on real quick.

“Things can change,” was all I could think to say.

I didn’t know what it was about Ronda that had me thinking this way, after only one “date” that I had to run out on, thanks to Jim. Perhaps I’d blown my chances right there and I wouldn’t even see her again. So why was I talking about changing my entire relationship pattern for her? None of it made any sense, but I guess there isn’t much about love that does.

Love, I thought. Don’t use that word.

But deep inside, I knew I was determined to have Ronda in my life, as more than just a vet for a friend’s dog. I was going to claim her and make her mine for good.

“Well, hey, I’m glad. But before I forget, it’s actually good that I ran into you; I was going to call you later,” he said. “I’ve got some good news for you.”

“I’m being promoted to partner?” I asked hopefully.

“No,” Jim said, looking a little surprised and sheepish.

“I’m getting my own parking spot?” I asked, to show I was just kidding.

“Ha. No. I think I can take Benny back soon,” Jim interjected, before I could tease him any further. “Maybe in about a week.”

“Oh.” I couldn’t mask the hint of disappointment in my voice.

I had actually gotten used to having the little guy around.

Not to mention the fact that my new love interest thought he was my dog.

“Yeah, I think I’m finally getting Vicky to come around. I knew that even though he’s a handful, she would say yes, because she’s a softie at heart, who loves animals. So, hurray! I can take the pup off your hands soon.”

Looking down at James playing his heart out with the pup, I knew that Benny was going where he needed to go. He’d be better off with a kid who adored him than a busy lawyer who left him outside all the time because he chewed up all my pillows when I didn’t.

“Okay, I’ll bring him to you in about a week or two,” I told him.

My stomach dropped at the thought of not having him around.

But it was mitigated by the fact that my cock got hard just thinking about seeing Ronda again.

Somehow, though, I had to find a way out of this situation. I couldn’t pretend that Benny was mine forever, especially not now that I knew Jim would want him back soon. I would find a way to work something out, because there was no way I was letting Ronda out of my life now that she was in it – no matter what it took.

Chapter Five

Ronda

I nearly hummed with excitement. Sam and I officially had our first date lined up. I wasn’t really sure about the dog park outing, and whether that counted as a date or not. But sexy Sam, as I had come to think of him, had made at least some of his intentions clear.

I still wasn’t sure if he knew quite how much I wanted him to fuck me senseless, but his ogling when we first met had indicated his interest.

I had to find something that would let him know. The blue dress might not have done the trick – Sam had kept his eyes on mine the whole damn time, despite my efforts to show skin. It was most likely out of respect, which I appreciated, but still found a bit frustrating. I needed to send up a signal flare, making my intentions absolutely clear.

Unfortunately, the sexiest dress I had other than the blue one was a slim black number with long sleeves and a hem that went down past my knees. It left quite a lot to the imagination in terms of flesh. Though, while it could never be accused of being skimpy, the dress hugged my body in a way that accentuated my every curve, even as it also clothed them.